"Oh Lord," Dr Henry says, sounding more like someone who's just discovered her cat in the process of coughing up a hairball than a professional who's just seen a head in a jar. "I thought our intern was just exaggerating when she brought it all up from storage."
"It's perfect." Sherlock is nearly beaming. "Could you go and get us some sort of--" he gestures vaguely-- "mouth covering and goggles and such, in case we open it up?"
She shoots Molly a glance that seems to suggest she'd really like Molly to talk Sherlock out of opening the jar, but nods. "Of course. I'll be right back."
The second she's out of the room, he grins over at Molly, his expression completely and earnestly delighted.
"Seems it's also Christmas early. Where d'you think we should start with this one, consulting pathologist?"
(That's as close as he's come to having a pet name for her--though in a handful of vulnerable, intense moments, he's called her 'my Molly' without realising it.)
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Date: 2017-12-28 01:50 am (UTC)"It's perfect." Sherlock is nearly beaming. "Could you go and get us some sort of--" he gestures vaguely-- "mouth covering and goggles and such, in case we open it up?"
She shoots Molly a glance that seems to suggest she'd really like Molly to talk Sherlock out of opening the jar, but nods. "Of course. I'll be right back."
The second she's out of the room, he grins over at Molly, his expression completely and earnestly delighted.
"Seems it's also Christmas early. Where d'you think we should start with this one, consulting pathologist?"
(That's as close as he's come to having a pet name for her--though in a handful of vulnerable, intense moments, he's called her 'my Molly' without realising it.)